I was eighteen and still a virgin when it happened. My older brother Jake was twenty-three, home from college for the summer, and the house felt too small with just the two of us while our parents were away for the week. I’d always had a crush on him, but I never planned to act on it until that night.
We were drinking on the couch, some cheap whiskey he’d bought. I wore a thin tank top and shorts, nothing special, but his eyes kept dropping to my tits. After a few shots I got bold and told him straight out that I wanted him to be the one who popped my cherry.
He laughed at first, called me crazy, but his cock was already pushing against his jeans. I reached over and grabbed it through the denim. “I’m not kidding, Jake. I want your dick inside me tonight.”
He didn’t argue after that. We moved to his bedroom. I pulled my tank top off and let him look. My nipples were hard. He stripped fast, and his cock stood thick and heavy, already leaking. I dropped to my knees like I’d seen in porn and took the head in my mouth. It tasted salty. I sucked him sloppy, spit running down his shaft while he held my hair and fucked my face a little.
“Fuck, you’re good at that for a virgin,” he growled. He pulled me up, shoved my shorts down, and pushed me onto the bed. My pussy was soaked. He spread my legs and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my slit, getting it wet.
“You sure about this?” he asked, voice rough.
“Just do it. Break me in.”
He pushed in slow at first. It burned. I was tight and he was big. I gasped when the head popped past my entrance. He stopped, let me breathe, then drove the rest of the way in with one hard thrust. My cherry was gone just like that. I felt the sting, then the full stretch of his cock buried balls-deep in my virgin cunt.
“Jesus, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he said. He started fucking me in steady strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The wet sound of my pussy taking him filled the room. I clawed at his back and wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him deeper.
He flipped me onto my stomach and took me from behind, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching under to rub my clit. “You like getting fucked by your brother?” he asked. I moaned yes, over and over. He pounded harder, skin slapping skin. Every thrust knocked a grunt out of me.
I came first, shaking and squeezing around his cock. He didn’t stop. He flipped me again, put my ankles on his shoulders, and fucked me deep and fast. My tits bounced with every thrust. Sweat dripped off him onto my stomach. When he was close he pulled out, stroked himself twice, and shot thick ropes across my tits and belly. Some landed on my face. I licked it off my lips while he watched.
We didn’t stop there. Later that night I rode him, learning how to move my hips so his cock hit the right spot inside me. He came again deep in my pussy that time, and I felt every pulse. By morning my thighs were sticky and sore, but I was already thinking about the next round.
We spent the rest of the week fucking in every room of the house. I learned how to take him in my ass too, bent over the kitchen table while he worked lube into me and then pushed in slow until I was full. He taught me to swallow, to beg, to spread my legs on command. I stopped being a virgin and became his willing little slut.
When our parents came home we had to be careful, but we still found ways. Quickies in the garage, silent sex in my room with his hand over my mouth. Every time he slid into me I remembered that first night, the exact moment my older brother took my cherry and made me his.
